"Dirty old bugger", grinned Jo as Mr Peterson left.
Kate looked surprised at her friend "What do you mean?" she quizzed.
Mr Peterson, Larry was a helpful and pleasant neighbour, he and Olive his arthritic ridden wife lived next door, and since Kate and Tony had moved in they'd been lovely neighbours-friends, Larry was even a trusted and valuable baby sitter.
"He ogles you at every chance." replied Jo. "When you bend down his eyes follow you, they dance across your cleavage and he licks his lips." Jo paused, then looking her friend directly in the eye said authoritatively "Your nice old neighbour wants to get in your pants girl!" She laughed and so did Kate.
Kate didn't defend him; she just accepted Jo's view but lodged the notion for further testing. Jo couldn't blame the old man either, anyone would want to get into Kate's knickers, her blonde hair, sweet girl features, slender body and still youthful breasts, yes anyone in the right mind would lust for Kate.
Two days later Kate was at home doing some housework; she worked part time with the kids being at school. The back door latch moved and in strolled Larry
"Just Larry" he called then seeing Kate he turned and smiled adding "Good morning Kate, how are you?"
Kate smiled back, "Well thanks Larry, how about you and, how's Olive?"
Whilst he responded about his wife's welfare she recalled Jo's words and switched herself into observation mode. As he finished speaking Kate asked if he'd like a coffee, he often popped in for a coffee, he was semi retired and spent most of his days nursing his wife or in the pride of his life, his garden. Larry Peterson was in his late fifties, he had a tall wiry frame and was of an amiable disposition, Kate thought of him as lovely man, a kind of uncle figure, being the same age as her dads' big brother. She was in her twenties, well twenty-six and had two lovely kids both enjoying primary school.
Kate and Larry made small talk, Kate busied herself about the kitchen whilst the coffee brewed and Larry sat on a stool chatting. Today however she purposefully posed, she tried everything possible, and eventually got the proof she required, from the mirror near the kitchen clock, she'd bent over to pick up nothing really, her face hidden supposedly by the counter but her bending bum, made her jeans taught and Larry would get good view of it if he lent quite someway from his perch on the stool. She peeped in the mirror and Larry was at the appropriate precarious angle. She smiled to herself and continued chatting and mildly flirting with Larry, the mild flirting was part of their normal conversation, but somehow after this new discovery Larry's words had a lot more poignancy. She wasn't bothered, in fact despite their age difference she felt a little flattered that she was the sexual whim of any man.
Observing Larry ogle her had become a little game until one morning she woke up with a warm squishy feeling down there, and she realised the man in the dream had been Larry. That day she'd felt turned on all day and even sought some private self-relief. She'd even focused on Larry, a little game in which she anticipated being turned off by. But no she'd exploded to her own dexterous touch. More days past and she now lusted after Larry's eyes burning upon her body, she wanted to see how much he could remain in control. Tony would leap at her with the slightest hint of something sexy, but after all he was her husband.
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A couple of days later when Kate was again having coffee with Olive and Larry she asked innocently "Larry can you come round Sunday and help me in the garden".
"Yes I can" responded Larry quickly. Then added jokingly the condition "Nice and early though, have lunch to prepare for two-thirty don't I Olive?" Olive smiled at her husband.
Fortunately that Sunday morning was Kate's husbands turn to take the kids to horse-riding and swimming lessons, plus the forecast promised a hot late August day. Kate had secreted a top and shorts in the empty downstairs toilet linen basket, and as soon as her husbands' car pulled out of sight of the waving kids she dived in and changed from the bib and brace with baggy t-shirt she normally gardened in. She was already in the short tank top that was stretched tightly across her bosom, when she heard Larry announce his arrival in the kitchen. Kate shouted him to put the kettle on, as she fastened the hot pants, sizzling hot her husband had said. They were very tight, accenting her legs and only covering half her bum cheeks.
She emerged from the lieu and padded into the kitchen, announcing her presence by saying "Good morning Larry, hot isn't it?"
Larry was carrying the kettle and looked up, he'd been about to say good morning in return, but he was stopped dead in his tracks, he fumbled and nearly lost the kettle. Kate felt like punching the air and saying 'got yah'. Larry quickly regained composure, not before he'd drunk in every detail, the pretty pink crop top in which Kate's tits were barely contained, those short short's pushed tight against her Venus mount; yes Larry was delightfully surprised.
"You've made me feel bloody hot" Larry said adding more cheekily composed "hardly gardening gear Kate!" Kate felt slightly rebuked but sashayed over and sat on a stool as Larry poured the instants.
"So Miss Kate what wants tending in your garden this fine morning" Larry teased, his eyes on her face, though Kate knew he'd be ogling more at any and every opportunity, the thought was making her feel hotter, it was like she had some special control.
"Larry I'd like you to pay attention to my flower" she deliberately paused taking a sip of the coffee and peering over the rim of the cup at Larry, "my flower bed, I think it needs some TLC and a good fertilising."
"Well I can do that, but what do you want doing in the garden" propositioned Larry jokingly.
Kate enjoyed their banter and soon they were in the back garden remove weeds and tending plants. The ridiculous chat continued between bouts of silent working, whilst Kate bent and pivoted so Larry could see how tight and short her pants were and how free her breasts were in the little pink crop top, she particularly enjoyed the moment when she'd squatted in front of Larry with her legs wide open, she could feel the seam of her pants pressing and reshaping her mons.
Larry had his head down, and taking an opportunity Kate teased.
"Larry" she waited for him to look up, his eyes briefly stopped and avidly stared at her crutch only when his eyes were on her face did she continue "my Lily is dry, can you ensure its moistened in some way."
But before he could answer the pip of a familiar car horn sent Kate's mind racing.
"Mum's here" she announced to Larry "I'll put the kettle on" she mumbled the last bit as she scurried off into the kitchen.
Kate quickly filled and switched on the kettle, then dived into the downstairs toilet to change her t-shirt and drag on the dungarees. Kate emerged onto the patio with three teas her mother was passing pleasantries with Larry.
"Teas up" Kate announced!
The three had their morning drink conversing pleasantly about this and that, then Larry went back to weeding whilst the women chatted, he mused himself on Kate's rush to get change out of her little pants. Whilst her mother chatted inanely Kate was plotting further, she'd been really turned displaying herself too Larry and the other nights dream had made her want him to be much more physical with her.
Kate skipped back to were Larry was working her mother gone and the wheels where in motion, she'd not ask him yet.
"Too hot was it? With your mother here?" Larry asked mischievously.
"What?" Kate then realised Larry was being facetious, "Oh I was burning, not a good idea with my delicate skin." They worked quietly till Larry announced he'd best get Olive's and his dinner on.
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It was early evening Thursday, Larry would be round at seven; Kate luxuriated in her bath, soaking in soapy foams. She shaved earlier in the week and was just enjoying the sheer pleasure of pampering. Somehow Kate felt really excited it had been rushed and there were still twinges of regrets. Last Sunday morning her mother had agreed to have the kids tonight, Tony was away, Monday she'd bumped into Larry and asked him to come around for a thank you drink; everything had fallen into place. She'd schemed and plotted and felt delightfully wicked and wanton. Towelling herself dry Kate then dressed in the underwear she chosen for the evening, smiling she knew how much these would make the evening special, she pivoted in the mirror, she looked good, sexy and seductive, and the smooth gossamer silk felt light and free. She zipped her skirt, and twirled in front of the mirror it lifted nicely showing her nylon clad legs, she stood still and undid the little pleat button and the knee high skirt gapped revealingly, too expose her thigh as she thrust her leg forwards. Lastly she buttoned the long shrug its wispy soft wool enclosed her in a halo of soft pink fuzz. Glancing at the clock she was in plenty of time. Kate slipped on her high heeled, court shoes, and scampered down the stairs. She checked the lounge; curtains drawn and lights low, lap-top, yes, it was conveniently placed. She switched on the CD, mood music, a home compilation of sexy melodies just too make a little love ambience, at over 300 tracks it could run forever.
Kate stepped into the kitchen just as Larry knocked and entered the back door.
"Its..." Larry's voice trailed off then he said "wow Kate you look very beautiful, I feel far too casual for a little drink. Is it a special occasion?"
Kate chuckled "Girls got a right to dress up, and you look ok," she paused Larry was in his usual tidy jeans and checked open neck shirt, least he had loafers on instead of his boots, "go into the lounge I'll bring the drinks."
Kate pulled the large jug of fruit punch from the fridge; last Christmas Larry had got quite merry on the fruit punch and had exclaimed many times how delicious it was. Kate entered the lounge and Larry was just sitting on the settee, in front of him the coffee table had some nibbles.
"Fruit punch ok, or would you rather a beer?" asked Kate, Larry smiled and accepted the iced glass of punch Kate proffered.
